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The Road to Venezuela took me forty thousand miles, |
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I've seen so many people wearing multi-colour smiles. |
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Perhaps I was mistaken, I should have gone a different way, |
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When I find the Millionairess I'll say: |
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"Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky, |
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And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon." |
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A friend who went exploring on a distant Aztec hill, |
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Pursued a bella-vista like an artist often will. |
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There's some affiliation, Chan Canasta knew the line, |
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When I find the Millionairess she'll be mine |
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Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky, |
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And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon. |
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Receiving information from a man named Jungle Jim, |
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The trail was heading northwards, to a greasy world of sin. |
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I thought the matter over whilst consulting with a whore, |
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I don't want the Millionairess anymore. |
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Meet me where the pampas grass will touch the sky, |
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And Llamas fly above the blue lagoon. |
